"Tell us every thing you remember about the man right now!" Dad yells.
"I was to scared I don't remember anything!" I cry, tears run down the sides of my face.
"Jared, don't you tink we should tell her why we're doing this?" My (great) mom asks.
'Well I don't know?' I think, 'You scare the life out of me then start yelling and demanding....nope I don't think there's any explanation needed.'
"Okay then I'll tell you. We are Jared and Macy Verage. We aren't your real parents. 11 years ago your parents realized we had a treasure that they wanted and they bargined for it by giving us you but they still owed us more so we killed them," Jared Verage states.
"Well that's nice," I mumble under my breath.
Suddenly at the most opportune time the phone rings. I expect Jared and Macy to ignore it but they don't, instead Macy picks it up and answers it,"Hello?"
"Why of course."
"Yes...of course...one moment please"
She makes her way over to me and covers the mouth piece of the phone, "Don't you dare say anything about this to him!"
I nod stiffly.
She hands me the phone.
"Hello," I say.
"Hey, what's up?" Bryan's voice fills the line.
"Nothing really," total lie.
"Oh okay so...um I was wondering if you wanted to go to the library with me and study." He asks.
"Sure let me ask my parents," I ask them and they reply with a yes.
"They say its okay!" I reply.
"In about ten minutes?" He asks.
"Yea totally that works for me!" I answer.
As I hang up I think, 'Ok that means only ten minutes to look my best.'
In my room I can't decide what to wear and what makeup to use. Gosh I feel so vurnerable!
I finally end up picking, for my top I choose an ice blue top with lace sleeves, my jeans are skinnies from blummingdales. And for my makeup I decide on a gold eye shadow, a peach blush, some liquid eyeliner, and a clear gloss.
As I make my way to the library I think about what just happened, I really need to reasearch Macy and Jared Verage.
When I get there I try to study but I can't focus so I decide to draw. My elementry art teacher, Ms. Rubert said that I seemed to be-able to draw things without even thinking. I started drawing with a spare pencil I found sitting beside a book, suddenly I fall asleep.
"Britt....Britt....BRITT!" Bryan suddenly yells in a loud whisper.
"Huh? What? What? What time is it?" I call out a little to loudy for the library.
"Shhhh!" the librarian calls, oops.
"Sorry," I whisper,"Hey Bryan! When did you get here?"
"A few minutes ago."
"Oh."
"What's that your drawing?"
"Well...Um..it's...a...picture....I...guess."
"Britt is there something you want to tell me?" He asks.
Uh oh! Should I tell him? I don't know!
"Well I don't think your going to believe me, it's a bit far fetched." I state thinking up an excuse.
As I'm thinking I look down at the picture I was drawing, I gasp. It's a perfect interpretation of what happened after the game. I'm sitting on a chair with my hands tied to the back of it with Jared standing over me yelling. In the corner Macy is standing there with her hands on her hips.
"Trust me I'll believe you," He replies.
"Okay," I say.
I explain to him the whole thing. I can't tell by his facial expressions if he believes or not. He's a great listener.
"So that's what happened," I say wrapping up the story.
"Britt are you joking?" He asks.
"No! Of course not!"
"I believe you. Is it safe for you to go back to your house?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you should stay with Ella."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"What if they hurt Ella!"
"Very true."
Buzz buzz buzz
My phone! I look at the number and see that it's an unknown number. I answer it anyway thinking it might be Ella using her mom or dad's phone.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Is this Britt?" the same gruff voice that I heard this morning whispers to me.
"Um yes why?"
"It's not safe for you to go back home!"
"Then where should I go? And who are you!?"
"I'm your uncle. Your parents told me if they ever died or you got into the wrong hands I needed to protect you, so when they died I tried to find you but I couldn't and now I have."
I know you should never listen to strangers but this guy seems very farmiliar besides the fact that I saw or heard him this morning.
"Okay so what should I do?"
"Meet me at the park with Ella and Bryan in half an hour."
"Okay but what do you look like I've never seen you before!"
"Trust me you'll recognize me."
Then the line cuts off.
YOU ARE READING
Playing Hearts
Romance16 year old Britt Alister has a lot of things going on in her life, one of her best friends just ditched her for the "popular" kids (they aren't popular in Britt's mind), she has a crush on a boy who just learned her name, and other typical teenager...
